Disclaimer: I'm not J K Rowling (as if anyone actually thought that) and I don't own Harry Potter. I'm just writing for fun, not profit.

This story is AU (alternate universe) and it's not happy good things happen AU.

I love reviews telling me what I'm doing wrong or right (I nag people who don't give me any criticism in their review, I know that I need to improve my writing), incidentally hint… I even love flames! I toast marshmallows on them!

And most importantly this fic is dedicated to Hannah. We'll always love and remember you. Enjoy your next great adventure.

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Twisted Realities

Resistance

Harry - Friday 1:25am

Harry saw Sirius duck Bellatrix's jet of red light; he was laughing at her.

"Come on, you can do better than that!" He yelled, his voice echoing around.

A dazzling light shot from Bellatrix's wand, heading straight for Sirius. Harry struggled in Remus's grip, his heart pumping wildly.

As if noticing his struggle, Sirius glanced at Harry, the teasing sparkle dying in his eyes when he saw the look of pure panic written across Harry's face.

Harry gave a huge sigh of relief as Sirius began to take the duel seriously, followed by a gasp of horror when a cutting hex sliced through Sirius's shoulder, narrowly missed where the large artery lay, but causing pain nonetheless.

Desperate to help, Harry continued to struggle to no avail. He needed to help Sirius! He was hurt. Why couldn't Remus see that? Harry shifted round in Remus's arms, now facing him, silently pleading to help his godfather; Remus just shook his head. Harry spared a glace at Neville, who was pressed against the stone wall behind Remus, his adrenaline fuelled bravery slipping away, before turning back to the battle before him. He shuddered as an icy tendril of fear wound its way around him; Voldemort was there. Harry froze as crimson eyes flashed his way, meeting emerald green ones.

A moment later the Dark Lord had returned to the ongoing battle between the Order and the Death Eaters. Dumbledore was duelling him with such an intensity that showed Harry exactly why Voldemort feared Dumbledore. Harry could see that there was an even match in the fight between Death Eaters and Order members, despite the fact that there were a half a dozen more Death Eaters than there were Order members.

Through the cascade of curses between Sirius and Bellatrix, Harry saw Moody go down in a spectacular fireworks display as a stray spell from Voldemort hit him in the back. Luckily he only seemed to be unconscious. However, the three Death Eaters he had been duelling cheered in triumph and returned to the battle, now attacking Order members from behind. A surge of worry passed through Harry; the Death Eaters were winning!

"Harry…" Harry could barely hear Remus's voice over the shouts and screams of the battle.

"Go. They need you!" Harry said before Remus could ask the question, wincing as Kingsley was attacked with a burning hex.

"Promise me, Harry. Promise me you'll keep yourself out of danger. Promise me you'll stay here." Harry nodded, averting his eyes; it was obvious he had no intention of staying in that spot and doing nothing to help the Order. Remus placed his finger under Harry's chin and gently pulled his head up so their eyes met.

"I'm serious, Harry." Harry longed to look away from those eyes. "By jumping into this battle you could get yourself, or any of your friends, hurt. More than they already are!" Harry winced, Harry knew Remus was manipulating his emotions, but it was working. Harry knew he had already caused enough damage by dragging his friends here. This whole battle was his fault!

"I…" there was a second of hesitation, "I won't move from his spot." Remus gave a quick nod and turned away, "…unless I need to," Harry added quietly. Remus zipped around; for a second Harry thought he had heard him, but all Remus did was offer him a brief hug before evening the sides in the increasingly violent battle.

Harry was following Remus's progress when a shocked gasp from Neville brought Harry's attention back to the duel between Sirius and Bellatrix just in time to see a dazzling orange light slam into Sirius's chest. Sirius's eyes widened in surprise and pain as he toppled backwards, flailing his arms as he tried to gather his balance to no avail. Time seemed to have slowed down as he continued to fall, his body curving into a graceful, yet oddly morbid arc…

The world seemed to stand still, everybody turned towards the dais and archway as Bellatrix gave a scream of delight. Harry's breath hitched in his throat. Hermione had said that the veil was dangerous, and the chances of Hermione being wrong…

With a loud thud that echoed through the almost silent chamber, Sirius's shoulder hit the stone archway. He screamed in pain, everyone could see that the impact had dislocated his shoulder. As time returned to normal, Sirius's head hit the hard, stone floor, as he was knocked into unconsciousness.

Ignoring Neville's feeble protests, Harry ran forwards, barely aware of what he was doing; the only thought of Sirius being hurt running through his mind. He ground to a halt about ten feet from Bellatrix as he realised his promise to Remus.

However, the promise was quickly forced from his mind as he saw Bellatrix raise her wand and aim it at the unconscious form of Sirius, a feral glint in her cold eyes.

"Avada-"

"STUPEFY!" Harry screamed, dreading the cruel flash of green light that he had seen in his nightmares for as long as he could remember.

A surge of emotion. A blinding flash of light. Bellatrix flying backwards. A loud crack. A scream of pain. Blood dripping down the dais, forming little rivers in the crevices of the stone. The clatter of wood on stone as a lifeless hand lost its grasp on a wand.

Bellatrix Lestrange was dead.

He had killed her.

He had killed someone.

He had wanted her dead.

He was a murderer.

Harry's breath caught in his throat as an icy wave swept over him; if he hadn't known better he would have said that there were some dementors around. He couldn't breathe; he was suffocating. He dropped to the floor, unable to support himself any more. A shrill whine filled Harry's head. He couldn't think, it hurt to think. To think would be to accept what he'd done. Trembling, Harry dropped his wand and buried his face in his hands, still unable to comprehend what he'd done.

He never saw Dumbledore's heartbroken face, wishing that Harry wouldn't have to go through this at only fifteen years old. He didn't see the astonishment tinged with relief written across Neville's face. He didn't see the dark shadow lurking behind him. No one did. They were too stunned by the sight of Voldemort's favourite Death Eater lying dead, killed by a stunning spell from a fifteen year old.

Harry gave a startled yelp as cold, long-fingered hands forcefully grabbed his neck whilst the other arm swiftly cast a binding charm on his upper body. Harry instinctively cried out in alarm as thick, coarse ropes wound their way around his torso, digging into his skin and stopping any movement of his arms.

Harry's mind was still in shock, meaning Harry was left to rely on his instincts only, causing him to thrash around wildly in the Death Eater's grip. He could hear Voldemort's maniacal laughter, which only added to his agitation. As Harry's legs were free from rope, he was repeatedly kicking his assailant. However, he found his struggled to be futile; whether it was due to his own shock and exhaustion, or simply the fact that the Death Eater was stronger than him, Harry did not know.

Harry froze completely when the cold point of a wand was jammed into the part of his neck above where those cold fingers were wrapped.

"L-Let him… Let h-him g-go!"

Harry opened his eyes, he hadn't even realised they were closed. Neville's voice had knocked him out of his stunned state.

But Neville… What in Merlin's name…?

When Harry looked up, he saw why.

Everyone was still fighting, now desperately. The Order franticly trying to untangle themselves from the net of Death Eaters so as to help Harry, the Death Eaters just as franticly trying duelling so as not to disappoint their Lord and be punished later on. Dumbledore was still engaged with Voldemort, who's confidence had flourished at Harry's capture; Dumbledore was struggling to keep up with the barrage of dark spells, his calm demeanour crumbling as Voldemort's spells became increasingly dark and dangerous.

Remus had been caught up in a duel with Bellatrix's husband, who seemed intent on getting to Sirius's knocked out form and finishing what Bellatrix had started before Harry had intervened.

Neville was the only one currently not fighting for his life.

"Let… Let Harry go now!"

Harry began to struggle again, hoping to distract the Death Eater from Neville; there was no way Harry was going to let Neville get hurt because of him.

"Crucio," a muffled voice drawled, almost lazily, as if casting an unforgivable was part of his daily routine.

Instantly, the sensation of white hot knives tearing through his skin began, though not as painful as the cruciatus curse cast on him in the graveyard a year ago, it was still enough to make Harry's back arch against his masked captor, making the ropes dig tighter and tighter into his skin. Harry bit his lip in order not to cry out in pain; not only would it encourage the Death Eater, but there was no way Harry was going to put Neville through a repeat of what had happened to his parents.

"Stop it!" Neville seemed near hysterical. "Just stop it!"

The pain increased.

Tears were leaking out from behind Harry's tightly closed eyes. A few seconds later the metallic taste of blood filled Harry's mouth as his teeth pierced his lip; he'd bitten down on it to hold back the screams.

"For Merlin's sake, STOP!" Anything that followed Harry couldn't hear due to the pained scream that he had finally let out from his mouth. Not one inch of his skin was left free from the knives fiercely slashing his body. His lungs were made of iron; he couldn't breathe. Instead of blood, molten iron was being pumped through his veins. The only sound that could be heard over Harry's scream was Voldemort's high-pitched laugh.

Harry didn't know what happened next, but he knew Neville had finally used his wand to take action, despite the chances of hurting Harry.

With a jerk, Harry found himself released from both the agony and the Death Eater's strong grip. Harry winced as his head hit the ground head first, casing his glasses to smash and fall from his face. Neville must have disarmed his captor.

Looking up, Harry found himself half way between the Death Eater, and Neville; obviously using Hermione's wand had had a detrimental effect on Neville's already below average spell casting ability.

Harry flung himself towards Neville, desperately trying to escape the Death Eater. He knew that even if he got to Neville the chances of him making it out safely were very low, unless the Order won the battle and were able to get to him.

Harry was barely a metre from Neville when he saw a fiery whip reach out towards him, obviously the Death Eater didn't intend for him to escape easily. Harry cried out in pain as the whip wound itself around his ankle, burning it. Just as Harry felt his body being dragged towards the Death Eater, Neville flung himself forwards, or tripped, Harry couldn't tell. And grabbed a hold of Harry's shoulder.

Harry struggled weakly as both Neville and Harry were drawn towards the Death eater, he could see black gathering at the edges of his vision. He could feel Neville clawing at the ground, trying to stop the inevitable.

There was a blinding flash of light, and several gasps. Both Harry and Neville looked up to see the Dumbledore had trapped Voldemort in a golden dome of light. However, before the smile had even begun to form, Voldemort was free, but the damage had been done, several Order members were free of the fight and were now rushing towards Neville and Harry.

A hand clasped around his neck, Neville swore; the Death eater had used the distraction to get closer to the teenage boys. As Harry struggled, as much as he could so near to unconsciousness. Sharp fingernails dug into the skin around his neck, stinging painfully each time Harry took a shallow and erratic breath.

There was another ground shaking bang as a scream of words that Harry's confused mind was unable to make sense of. Harry could barely make out Remus as he emerged from the haze of dust that the volley of spells had made. With a surge of fear, Harry felt the Death eater shift his footing, as if he were about to turn and run… or apparate!

"Kill the spare."

Harry stiffened. Neville was still holding onto his shoulder, franticly trying to get Harry from the grip of the Death Eater. If the Death Eater apparated with him, Neville would be dragged along! He wasn't going to let that happen again. He roughly kicked away Neville as the Death Eater started to turn.

Looking up, he saw Remus's outstretched hand only inches away; they shared a brief fearful glance, before Harry was submerged into the sensation of being dragged through a tight rubber tube…

Harry moaned as he was thrown to the wooden floor. Slowly struggling to his knees, Harry started at the sight of hauntingly familiar eyes inches from his, before the red light hit him, and Harry was finally dragged into darkness.

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Well, what did you think? I've already written up to the end of chapter five, but that doesn't mean I can't improve it! I love constructive criticism!

A chocolate frog for whoever can tell me who our mysterious Death Eater is!

Updates will come whenever I feel like it really, hopefully every two weeks or so to give me a chance to write (I'm the world's slowest updater) and this year is going to be very busy due to my exams; 11 subjects, makes me wish I had a time turner.

Next update:

Voldemort was laughing madly at the information one of his servants had given him.

"Take me to him."